Sunday, September 24, 2023

THREE WONDERS....

THREE WONDERS by R. RAPHE

Lost in the midnight murky gloom. He whispers to me . Wonders yet to be.
In the morning  drafty skies rise, painted the  colour of melted crayons. 
Withered leaves whisper  in my hands.  Weary.  Lost in absence of light .
Creating  swan songs in heavy grey fog. I listen. Their words fall at my feet.
Swathed  in the constant drip of crying pines. 
Crimson leaves disintegrate like soda crackers. 
Fleeing  geese glide.  Long and lonely cries. They sing for Him.
 He walks in the garden and as He passes,  all the earth  follows.
Churning skies sweep over  lost mountains. They do not whisper. They  bellow.
  The grand finale. Then in time,  it all changes to gold.
Old leaves collect rain, making them new.  The first wonder.
Birds sleep  low in  the hush. The second wonder.

Clouds sweep away invisible pirate ships on the horizon. 

And the trees sigh at last. They whisper. Then they sleep.
 I did not hear their words, for the wind  washed away their voices.

 
The world awakens to the sound of soft footfalls passing. 

 I vanish into the moment  I have been given.  For I could hear all He said to me . It was the third wonder.
Lost in the sway of the sky . Lost  in its embrace. Lost no more.....

"Just the still melancholy I love, that makes life and nature harmonize..." -George Eliot

 Photographs 2023   R. Raphe

Sunday, September 17, 2023

SOFT and LOW...

 by R. Raphe
Are  you there? I am here. Waiting. I hear you in the soft and low of this midnight hour.
......when  morning dawns like it did at the beginning of time.
...when gold breaks out over the green, I see you in its shadow.
...when summer fades into autumn. A hint of snow in  soft light. 
 Am I  not alone?  Never alone. You speak to me in the low wind.
Even though heaven  sweeps frantic sunsets over my eyes.
I can see you there. Waiting in your corner of the world.
The mountain is  quiet. It only rumbles when His voice  speaks soft and low.
....in the shadow of a chill early autumn day. 
  I wait. And dream. And wonder when I shall hear you again.
Many mornings come and go  with the brush of His hand.
 I hear  you softly  call my name, as  fall  comes  rushing.
Fields are  tired and yellow . But I am not weary.
Leaves turn their soft shade of green before they wither in frost.
Can you see me walking into  the clouds....
...... flooded with  pearls of rain. 
 I walk not alone.
Are  you there? Can you see......
For  I can hear you in the soft and low of this midnight hour......
Photographs 2023
 

Tuesday, September 12, 2023

THE SKY IS FALLING.....

               "The sky is falling, the wind is calling.." -Kendrick Lamar

"Is this not a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy I love, that makes lie and nature harmonize.." -George Eliot

"The sky is falling. And I fear you won't believe it til you're covered with stars.." -Emalynne Wilder

"Fall has always been my favourite season.The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale...." -Laure DeStafano
"Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than any other season..." 

                                                                        -Jim Bishop

"And I rose, in rainy autumn ,and walked abroad in a shower of all my days.." - Dylan Thomas
"The silence of the earth seemed to merge with the silence of the heavens, and the mystery of the earth touched the mystery of the stars..." -Fyodor Dostoyevsky
"Autumn is the year's last loveliest smile....." -Tennyson
"A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away...."

                                                                  -e.e. cummings


"I love autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put the just for the  beauty of it.." - Lee Maynard

"And all of the lives we have ever lived  and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves." -Virgina Woolf

"Just as a painter needs light in order to put the finishing touches to  his picture, so I need an inner light, which I feel I never have enough of in autumn..." - Leo Tolstoy
Photographs 2023